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It had been two days since Bellatrix returned to Malfoy Manor, giggling madly about what she had just done, basking in her bloodied robes.

Since finding out what happened Narcissa had been torn up. A big part of her yearned to withhold the truth from Hermione, wanting to save her from any more pain. Her other half was screaming to tell the truth. Unfortunately, the young witch wasn't a stranger to pain, but this was something else.

In the past forty eight hours, she has yet to do either. She feels terrible, but she's been avoiding the quality time, per say, that she and Hermione spent.

Narcissa would slip her food with a small smile, occasionally squeeze her hand, then make up an excuse and run along upstairs.

However, the past two days haven't been a complete waste.

Narcissa was planning.

Planning to finally get Hermione out of this place.

And after an internal debate, today was the day to vocalize this to the young witch.

Only problem is that Narcissa is worried she may ask questions. Ones about her parents whereabouts. But in the end, she knew she couldn't let it stop her.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly descends down the stairs to the dungeons.

Upon her arrival the candle flickered on, as it always did. This action seemed to relieve Hermione.

Normally, she'd crawl forward, but Narcissa can't help but notice how much she's been struggling physically lately. Surely because of the cruciatus curse. This, along with many other reasons, is a factor as to why it is so important to get her out.

Any prior reluctance worrying about being caught herself or even having Draco pay the price is out the window. Her plan is as solid as it can get and her son is safe at Hogwarts with Severus Snape protecting him at all costs.

"Hello dear, we need to talk." Narcissa said shakily, pushing open the door and joining the girl on the floor, not before draping a cloak over her exposed form.

Instantly, Hermione nestled into her side, missing the contact from the past few days. She's been lonelier than usual.

"I'm going to get you out. Tonight." She cut right to the chase.

At this, Hermione painfully lifted her head to stare into the woman's eyes.

"W-why?" It's all she could manage, but Narcissa understood the weight of it. She's become good at reading her.

Why now? What's changed? What's coming?

And Cissy expected this. This young witch is the brightest of her age. Even beaten, violated, and under the effects of an unforgivable, she's perceptive as ever. She can sense there's been a change to warrant such urgency.

"I'm so sorry dear," she begins to cry, "your parents, they're… gone." Narcissa barely manages.

No. No. No. No. No.

She's been trying so hard to keep her mind busy for weeks to not let the curse take over, but suddenly, she can't think.

She doesn't want to.

She almost wishes she was insane.

It's a trick. It has to be.

There's no way it's real. They're tricking you Hermione, they want to get inside your head once and for all.

But Narcissa, she wouldn't…

They're tricking her too. They have to be. My parents are fine. They're fine.

And maybe it's because she can't emotionally or physically bear anymore hurt. Or maybe she really is losing it.

But she manages to convince herself that it's the truth.

For now.

"Tr-trick." She squeaks, she's crying despite not believing it.

"It's no trick." Cissy whispers back, voice strained.

"Trick!" Hermione repeats like a small child

Narcissa pulls her close again. "Hermione, I'm so sorry."

And the way the woman spoke to her. Voice so broken and tender, she almost has to believe it, but she can't. Now she needs to hear the plan, she needs to get home and make sure her parents are okay, no matter what the cost.

"H-home." she croaks.

Mrs. Malfoy wipes at her eyes, gathering her barings. She could tell the brunette was compressing the news she just delivered, but she needed to set the plan into motion before anything like this could happen again.

"Tonight." She says, voice stronger, "we do this tonight. Bellatrix will be here, as will my husband, but they need to be."

Hermione's eyes grow wide at the sentence, surely Bellatrix would hex her into next year if she's caught.

"No, listen. I need you to listen." She turns so her eyes pierce Hermione's, "you need to tell me if you understand." There's no room for a mistake. Again, this girl is brilliant, but she can also barely walk as of late.

"There's someone I'm meant to meet with in Hogsmeade tonight. Bellatrix and Lucuius along with anyone else will not question this meeting." She assures. "The issue is that I need to be on time, as to not raise suspicions, whilst getting you out." Narcissa was partially thinking aloud now.

"H-how?" She was determined to set all of her focus on this.

"I'm going to send an elf to apparate down here for your tray. Elf magic isn't affected by the enchantments." She clarified, though Hermione recalls reading about that, or at least she thinks she has. "When the elf comes, you need to grab on as tight as you can. From there, you'll be in the kitchens."

Hermione nodded in understanding, easing the woman.

"I'll be in the kitchen, from there I'll side-along you to Hogsmeade with me. My meeting will not be long, you need to stay hidden the entire time."

Narcissa had planned a meeting with Severus Snape under the pretense of checking Draco's progress. Trouble was if he, or anyone saw Hermione in the village, someone may put two and two together, knowing she got her there.

"Y-yes." She promised, sensing ths fear in the woman's tone.

"When my meeting is done, we'll apparte away. Right outside St. Mungo's then I'll have to leave, I can't risk being seen. I'm taking a spare wand we have, I can leave it with you, just in case." This part was faulty, she was reluctant to leave Hermione alone.

"D-don't l-leave." She cried.

"I have to dear, it's for the best. You'll be safe, they'll call your friends. They'll take care of you better than I can." Narcuissa says with watery eyes.

And though Cissy has been the closest thing she's had all this time, she knows she has to go on. For Ron, for Harry, for her parents. She has to know they're okay more than anything else in this twisted world.

"T-tonight." Hermione said as string as she could muster in hopes to convey how ready she was.

"Tonight." Narcissa nodded in response.

After that Hermione sat alone in the corner the rest of the day.

Sobs wracked her bodies ever now and again at the prospect that her parents were in fact killed. However, she narrowly managed to convince herself it was a lie every time until the cycle repeated.

She had nothing better to do then to worry herself sick as she waited for the elf.

As a few tears streamed her cheeks at horrific visions of unforgivable curses being used in her home, her minstraions were cut short by a loud crack.

But there was no elf.

Instead, she heard a commotion sounding upstairs.

Loud thudding footsteps. The yelling of spells and counterspells. The sputter of magic leaving wands.

She did her best to stand, hoping to get a better grasp on the situation.

What was going on?

Bellatrix was taken to cursing anyone. Perhaps some death eater crossed her, yes.

However, this rationzaliation was thrown out the window as Narcissa came hastily running down the steps.

With a sense of unwavering urgency, she throws open the cell door, not being as cautious as she always is.

Soon, she grips Hermione's arm roughly, making her wince, "they're here, the Order, they've found you." Narcissa helps her stand.

Any pain shooting through her body was extinguished. Instead, Hermione's eyes fill with hope.

"You have to leave. Get out. Now."

They soon fill with fear at her hushed words.

"Bella, I heard her and the Dark Lord, he said if they were to come, that he would kill you. You have to go." She said frantically as she dragged her up the steps despite Hermione's whimpers and inability to move.

At the top, she can vaguely hear the yelling and hurried footsteps.

"Move quickly. To the kitchens." She whispers as they reach the top, practically dragging the limp and exposed girl.

With a deep breath Hermione let's her aching leg carry her there as the other drags along.

She knows everyone in the room is distracted by the raid, but for how long?

Once inside the large room, she can see the house elves retreating for protection. Narcissa shuts the door and casts a locking spell.

Then, she steps forward and holds her wand out.

"Take it."

Hermione shakes her head.

"Yes, take it. Disapparate. I know you can do it." She tells the young girl with fervor.

"N-no." Sure her mind is fuzzy, but she's sure she's never apparated before. Only read about it.

"Yes." She assures, curling the girl's small hand around her wand, the very one she's had since age eleven. "You're Hermione Granger. You're the brightest witch of your age."

It doesn't seem to convince the girl.

Narcissa hears the curses being thrown. She vaguely hears someone call to retrieve Hermione from the dungeons.

She needs to think and fast. The first thing that comes to mind is something she knows grounds the girl. She's heard her whisper it many nights in broken words.

"You're Hermione Granger. You're seventeen years old. Your parents," she chokes a little, "your parents are Hugo and Jean." The young girl's eyes begin to water, "You go to Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry. Your best friend is Harry Potter," someone bangs on the kitchen door, making them jump, "you're in love with Ron Weasley. And-"

At the words something surged through her. She needed to do this for her parents. For Harry. For the Weasley's. For Narcissa. For Ron.

For herself.

"I'm g-going t-to b-b-be oh-kay." She finishes shakily.

She has to be. To see Ron again and Harry and Ginny. And to see her parents alive. God please be alright-

"Where the hell is she?" Dolohov's hiss carries from outside the doors.

Hermione's scared eyes look where the sound came from beyond the door.

Narcissa ignores it and softly cradles her cheeks to redirect her attention, "yes, yes." The banging on the door sounds again.

The woman squeezes the wand in her hand further.

"Think of a place. Any place. Focus on that." She encourages.

And for the first time in weeks she feels like herself. Her mind works wildly to figure this out.

The Burrow and Hogwarts have wards. I can't go home. I don't want to go somewhere and have them follow me. Think Hermione, think-

"I h-have it." She promises.

"Okay, do it, you can do it." She says to the girl as she lifts her weak, shaking arm to hold the wand.

Hermione shakes her head. She couldn't leave Narcissa, not like this. Not after all she's done. "C-come." She chokes.

Sadly, she shakes her head and lets a tear fall down her cheek, "I can't."

"P-please." She whimpers.

"Quick, undo the locking charm!" A voice called from outside

"I promised you I'd get you out of here." She reminds, "Now go." Narcissa kisses her gently on the forehead and wipes away a tear on her protruding cheek bone.

"Th-thank you," she takes a deep breath to say more, "Cissy." Hermione manages with a pained smile

"This isn't the end." Narcissa promises.

The brunette nods. Willing herself to focus on where she needs to go.

Destination. Deliberation. Determination.

She was determined to get out of this hell.

To go home.

Closing her eyes, she turns.

Crack.

Just as the boom of apparition sounded the kitchen door was thrown open.

Narcissa stared with an astounded smile at what the young woman just did, but was soon drawn away at the sight of her husband.

"Where is she? The girl?" He demanded from her.

Doing what she's done for years, she decided to put on her best face and continue living a lie.

"My wand! She took my wand!" She pretended to cry out.

"Fuck!" He pulled at his hair, "he can't know. The Dark Lord. No one." He told her, gripping her shoulders harshly.

Narcissa nodded, the less people to lie to the easier it would be.

"I need to get you out of here. I'll have to side along you." He told her as he grabbed her hand.

"It's not like she could go anywhere right? She can't even apparate." He justified to himself just before he twirled his wand.

Narcissa hid the smile that fell on her face, "no, she can't."

And just like Hermione, they were gone with a crack.


Okay! I know a lot of people were wanting Ron to play a part in Hermione getting out, but despite him not being there, he did. Ron and Hermione are their own heroes who happen to be properly motivated by each other and the love they share. Furthermore, Hermione isn't gonna be magically better just because she got away, she needed Ron just as much as he's been needing her. You'll see!

Here's a preview for next time:

Crouching down next to the body, he moved some of their dirty matted hair. He almost pulled his hand away at the sight of blood sticking to him, but continued nonetheless.

He stuck his wand closer to their face. It took him a few moments to put it together, but he nearly toppled at the sight.

"Shite. Fuck. Fuck. Shite." He cursed to himself standing up abruptly.

Where did Hermione go? Who could've found her?

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